Running away, Tiptoeing back.
by Katana2
Summary: Max left Seattle to protect Logan from Lydecker... But it didn't work.
1. A new life. (Pretending to be Kayla Loga...

Running away,

**Title:** Running away, Tiptoeing back. (Working title, all suggestions welcome.)

**Author:** Katana. ([Rose_tat@hotmail.com][1])

**Disclaimer:** I'm so poor a cat adopted me!! I don't own the main players, but the story is mine.

**Spoilers:** Up to and including "I and I am a Camera" but forget anything beyond that.

**Timeframe:** Based in about the year 2024.

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**Chapter One:** A new life. (Pretending to be Kayla Logan.)

Max Guevara sat on a stool in the corner of the crowded restaurant kitchen as she grabbed a much-needed break. Working in the food service industry was so different from riding for Jam Pony. But then again, a lot of things were different these days. She didn't live in Seattle anymore, nor did she go by the name 'Max Guevara' these days. She hadn't been 'Max Guevara' for almost three long years now. Now she was called Kayla Logan. A name that Zack would truly hate... If he ever found her again.

"Kayla? Kay! We're here to serve food, not to daydream." One of the chefs, David Wang, said as he nudged Max out of her train of thought. David was a rather fatherly, older man of Chinese decent. And although he was seldom grumpy, he was always firm.

"Sorry David, just taking a break."

"Understood, but we're busy. Where were you anyway Cherry Blossom?"

Max half smiled at the nickname. David called all of the waitresses 'blossom', but he had given her the nickname 'Cherry Blossom' as a joke when she'd gotten mad at somebody for taking her last piece of cherry bubble-gum. It had become his pet name for her. "Seattle." She replied with a shrug.

David rolled his eyes and laughed. "Sure you were. I mean who in their right mind would want to be at a beach side resort in Florida when they could be in dirty, run down Seattle? Right? It's almost as attractive as the violent oppression of Hong Kong."

"Oh yeah," Max replied with sarcasm. "Waitressing to the "Hoity-toity's" _so_ rocks my world." She rolled her eyes.

David just smiled. "At least it's a job and a roof over your head."

"Yeah." Max nodded.

"So what's in Seattle?"

"Wouldn't know, never been there." Max lied. She arched her back trying to get a kink out of it.

"Kayla, table five." One of the other waitresses called as she came into the kitchen.

"Guess I can't hide in here forever." Max tossed the words over her shoulder as she went to serve the table.

Finally the evening came to a close. The restaurant was almost tranquil at the end of the day, after closing time, when all the noisy customers had moved on to some bar or whatever to make somebody else's life hell for a while. Oh sure, there were still the tasks of cleaning and preparing for the next day. But the quiet sounds of dishes being washed and put away, David's gentle humming, and the lull of the ocean were such a welcome change to the noise of chatty diners and clashing utensils. It was almost enough to make one forget the chaos of the world outside the door. Isolated from the harshness of society it was a near perfect Oubliette, a forgetting place. Max could almost imagine that this was how it must have been before the Pulse. She could almost forget the things that she was running from. She could almost forget what she was. And she could almost forget what she had left behind. Who she had left behind. Almost.

Max sighed as she swept the floor later that evening. She still wondered if she had made the right choi ce, but there had really been no choice to make. Lydecker had been getting close to Logan, getting close to working out that he was Eyes Only. The only way that Max could protect Logan was by leaving town in a spectacular fashion to draw Lydecker's attention away from him. She'd done that all right. She'd made herself highly visible in each of the next ten towns that she'd been in. She'd dyed her hair electric blue and taken to wearing her hair up so that her barcode was clear for all to see. She'd picked fights and shown off her superhuman abilities, allowing them to be witnessed by hoverdrones. She'd used her heightened vision to make millions by gambling in gang headquarters and then she'd dropped off of the radar screen again. One night, five months later, she'd crept back into Seattle and paid Logan a visit in the early hours of the morning. She'd found him asleep at the computer. Careful not to wake him she'd left him the statue he'd given her (Bast), a bag of money (most of her winnings from gambling) and a simple note. After all, he deserved at least some sort of goodbye.

> > _This should help keep Eyes Only afloat for a while. I'm giving the statue back because I don't want to be put in a situation where I have to consider selling it. That 's not saying that you shouldn't sell it. You should, when you need to. Stop looking for me. It will get you killed and then my leaving would become pointless._
>> 
>> _P.S. I stole that poem you showed me. Sorry, but I'm not giving it back... It's all I can keep of you._
>> 
>> _P.P.S. I lied about the kiss, but I think you guessed that._
>> 
>> _P.P.P.S. I miss you._

Then she'd wandered for over a year before ending up in Florida. She hadn't seen, or heard from, any of the other X5's and she seriously doubted that she ever would again. It no longer seemed to matter. She knew that they had Zack looking out for them. Zack knew that he could go to Logan for help if he could just swallow his pride long enough. And as for her? Well she was a big girl, she could take care of herself. And it wasn 't like she really needed anybody, right? Not really. Well just Logan, but she couldn't have him.

"Tough shit." Max muttered to herself as she put the broom away. "I'll live."

"The first sign of insanity is talking to one's self." Jessie, Max's roommate and a fellow waitress, said brightly as she handed Max her jacket.

"What? You mean the purple talking elephants have nothing to do with it?" Max asked sarcastically.

Jessie rolled her eyes. "Allah help me." She said turning her eyes skyward. "So we ready to split Kayla Kale of the Cabbage family?" She grinned as she used the long-winded name that she had come up with for Max one night while they were sitting around drinking during a power cut.

Max laughed lightly. Jessie was obviously happy to finally have finished work. Sticking her tongue out Max addressed Jessie with the name that she'd come up with in retaliation for 'Kayla Kale'. (After getting over the initial shock of being called Kale/Cale.) "Sure thing Jessie, Loch Nessy." She quickly pulled on her jacket. "David, we're off."

"'Kay blossoms, be careful out there."

"Don't worry, Allah will watch over us." Jessie replied.

"And if he doesn't I'll have a chat with the blue lady." Max muttered under her breath.

"The blue what?" Jessie asked.

"The lady of the sacred heart." Max replied quickly. "Mother Mary." First she'd mentioned Seattle and then she'd mentioned the blue lady, she really was slipping up today. She'd have to watch that.

Jessie looked at her funny. "I didn't realize you were religious."

Max shrugged. "Gotta hedge your bets." They walked the short distance home in silence.

"Heads or tails?" Jessie asked as they entered their apartment. It was their tradition when they both worked the same shift to flip a coin to decide who got the first shower.

"Don't worry about it." Max replied. "Just leave me some warm water."

"You got it, Kay." Jessie replied grinning.

Max shrugged and flicked on the TV. She sat cross-legged in front of it and allowed herself to drift into that meditative state that almost, but not quite, gives as much rest as sleep. It was a trick she'd picked up from one of Kendra's books. Sadly it was all that she had of her one-time friend and roommate. She was still alert, her senses were all still on guard, but her heart rate and breathing were slowed enough to let her body rest.

TBC...

   [1]: mailto:Rose_tat@hotmail.com



	2. Shadows of a past life. (Some demons nev...

Running away,

**Chapter Two: **Shadows of a past life. (Some demons never give up.)

Max heard Jessie get out of the shower but she ignored the fact. She would get a shower later. After a while Jessie came out of her bedroom brushing her wet hair.

"Y'hungry Kay-Kay?" Jessie asked.

The question made Max's stomach rumble. Sighing, Max stopped trying to meditate and stood up. "You know me, I'm always hungry. What have we got?"

Just then a news bulletin cut off the TV program that had been playing. Max would have ignored it but an image that she only half saw caught her attention.

"... Donald Michael Lydecker apparently tortured the hostages for over five hours before a sniper was able to take him down. Lydecker died on the scene. One of the most unfortunate victims was cyber journalist Logan Cale who is still in critical condition..."

"Kay..."

"Shhhh!" Max moved closer to the television as the reporter continued.

"...Other hostages say that Donald Lydecker frequently accused Mr Cale of being Eyes Only and of being involved with something called 'X5'. He also made numerous comments demanding the location of an unidentified woman..."

That was all that Max needed to hear. Jessie looked on in shock as Max raced into her room and started packing a light bag. Max kept half an ear on the TV but there really was little more information on Logan. She shoved the bag on her back and, grabbing her beloved motorbike, started heading for the door. The red Kawasaki might not be the 'baby' that her black Ninja had been but she loved it all the same. And anyway, the Kawasaki went faster.

"Kayla where are you...?"

Max grabbed some bread and three apples off of the kitchen counter and a bottle of water out of the fridge. She gave Jessie an apologetic look as she shoved them in her bag. "My name's not Kayla." She said looking at her feet. "It's Max. Look, I'm not who you think I am Jessie. I can't risk that Logan worked out where I am. I can't risk that Lydecker got it out of him, that Lydecker's men know where to find me. It 's better for everybody if I move on."

"Kayla, what are you...?"

Max cut her off with a look. She walked over to the confused girl and showed her the barcode that screamed what she was. "You see this? Do you know what it means?"

"Kay..."

"It means that I am government property. A biosynthetic soldier to be exact. Or should I say 'an _escaped_ biosynthetic soldier'? They own me. They _made_ me. I'm engineered. This barcode is in my DNA, I can't get rid of it, I've tried. I escaped but I can never stop running. I've stayed still too long. What happened to Logan... I chose the name Kayla Logan because of Logan Cale. Because of Eyes Only and how much he helped me."

In a state of shock, Jessie just stood there doing a very good imitation of a fish. 

Max had to fight back tears as she mentioned his name. But she kept talking. "If Manticore's caught onto Logan then they'll be looking for variations of that name. Kayla Logan has to disappear before she's disappeared. Goodbye Jessie. Tell everybody I'm sorry. I won't be coming back."

With that Max grabbed another apple and, taking a bite out of it, quickly made her way out of the apartment, forever. She didn't know why she'd told Jessie the truth (well some of it at least) but Jessie deserved an answer. Max didn't look back. She couldn't. A single tear was the only thing that betrayed her outer calm. Only the Moon however was witness to her moment of weakness. She didn 't know where she was going. She just knew it was time to go.

TBC...


	3. Objects in the rear view mirror... (Goin...

Chapter Three:

**Chapter Three:** Objects in the rear view mirror... (Going back)

//_What the hell am I thinking?_// That was the only question going through Max's head as she made her way down the streets of Seattle. The last few days had been a blur of travel and survival. It was only after skillfully getting around the city sector police that Max had even realized where she was. Seattle. //_God I must be crazy._// She told herself. //_This almost __**has**__ to be a trap._// Yet she didn't turn from her path towards Metro Hospital.

He didn't look real. Lying there in that hospital bed, covered in cuts, burns and bruises and hooked up to machines doing god knows what. He was so pale and thin. Too thin. It was like he hadn't been looking after himself for a long time. Guilt flooded Max as she looked at him. Had she done this to him? Had her leaving made him do this to himself? But what choice had she had? She'd explained that in the note, hadn't she? She'd left for _him_, to protect _him_... It wasn't like she'd wanted to leave.

He looked so fragile, broken. His glasses sat beside him, on the small hospital cabinet. So did his wallet, empty of cash thanks to light-fingered hospital staff. Quietly, almost reverently, she stroked back a strand of his now long hair and ran a hand through his beard. It looked as though he hadn't shaved in a long, long time. She touched his cheek and still he didn't stir.

"I'm sorry," She whispered into the quiet of the room. "I am so sorry, Logan."

"He knows."

Max spun around to see Bling standing at the doorway. She suddenly felt trapped. She had only intended to give Logan a quick blood transfusion and then leave, but now Bling had seen her. She looked him in the eye and then turned back to Logan. She slid the needle out of his IV bag easily and into her arm. Slowly she returned her gaze to Bling.

"Don't try and make me stay." She whispered.

"Max," Bling said softly. He took a step towards her and then stopped. His eyes were soft and compassionate. Much how one would look at a stray cat that they wanted to help. Well maybe she was a stray? She was part alley cat after all. She felt like a stray at times, homeless, alone... And like all strays her first instinct was to run.

"He needs you Max."

"No," Max whispered. A single tear ran down her cheek. "I can't stay, it's too dangerous."

"Then take him with you." Bling replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Max looked up, not quite sure if he was being serious. "He wouldn't..."

"Only because he thinks you wouldn't really want him, because he thinks he'd just slow you down and put you in danger. Look at him Max, really look at him. Lydecker didn't do all of that to him. Lydecker didn't make him that thin, that pale," He said as he stepped closer. "He's broken Max. You are looking at a broken man. He let you under his skin, and you just ran away."

"I didn't, I, I had no choice..." Max stuttered.

"Don't tell me Max, I'm not the one that needs to hear it. Logan is. I'll be outside if you need me." Bling replied as he left.

Max just watched the door for a long time thinking about what Bling had said. She was still thinking about his words as the blood loss made her drowsy. Slowly she gave into sleep with Bling's words still spinning around in her head.

TBC...


	4. Dreamscape confrontations. (The words we...

Chapter Four:

**Chapter Four:** Dreamscape confrontations. (The words we can't say out loud.)

White walls. Everywhere Max looked there were white walls. Cold, sterile and impassive. She looked down at herself and found that she was wearing a green hospital gown just like the ones that they'd worn before the escape. She was back at Manticore, back in the white hell, locked in one of those horrible white rooms.

There was light everywhere, coming from the walls, the floor, the roof. It was so bright and so harsh that it hurt her eyes. Even when she closed them, the light seemed to seep through. The walls seemed to have no door. Even though it was just an optical trick, it was very unnerving. Max looked around the room franticly, looking for a way out, an escape from the light, yet she found nothing.

She let out a desperate, almost animalistic scream. A scream from the bowels of her stomach. And once she started screaming. she couldn't seem to stop. The scream went on and on until she finally ran out of breath. However, as soon as her lungs had sucked in more air it started again. Max struck out blindly at the wall before her as she sank to the ground in a fetal position...

...And the walls began to crumble. The room shook and contorted around her... And slowly everything started to come down. Max curled herself in as tight a ball as she could as the room began to fall around her. Her screaming was cut off by the shock of the sudden change. And as she sat there, curled up defensively, darkness began to seep through the cold light. Not exactly blackness, but a gentle dimness that was greatly welcomed after the harsh light. And then a gentle voice quietly spoke her name.

"Max?"

Not completely willing to believe her ears Max lifted her head slightly but remained where she was. She looked for the source of the voice but wherever she was it was so dimly lit that it was hard to see. Nothing seemed to have shape or form around her.

"Max?" The voice asked again, slightly louder this time.

Finally Max's eyes adjusted and she took in a figure in a wheelchair no more than six feet away from her. "Logan?" She asked unsteadily.

He moved towards her and the area around them seemed to get a little brighter. He looked very little like the Logan that Max had once known, instead he was much more akin to the Logan lying in the hospital bed. That was when Max realized that she was dreaming.

"Why?" He asked quietly. He was close enough to touch her now but he didn't. He just sat there with sad eyes begging for answers.

Max pulled her gaze away from his, retreating further into herself. She didn't need to ask what he was really asking. She knew what the questions were. _Why did you leave me? Why didn't you even say goodbye? Why did you bother coming back?_ "Because I had to." She answered as she stared blankly at her knees.

"You had to," Logan whispered in a tone of quiet disbelief. He shook his head. "You had to? What kind of answer is that?"

"An honest one. I had to draw Lydecker away from Seattle, away from you. He was so close Logan... He's the one that killed Matt Sung." Max pulled her knees even closer to her body.

"So you just disappear with no word, no explanation, nothing?" Logan challenged angrily, his voice still painfully quiet.

Max whipped her head up to face him. "I was trying to protect you! God! You are so self involved that you don't even get that do you? Do you think I _wanted_ to leave? Do you think that it was easy for me? Do you think I spent five months making myself a target because I was bored?!"

"I don't know what to think Max. One day everything's fine and the next I've got Original Cindy yelling down the phone line at me, demanding to know where the hell you are, and I don't have an answer."

Max looked at him carefully, studying him. She thought of what Bling had said. "Don't you think that if I believed for one instant that you would have come with me I would have asked?" She said quietly. "Fuck Logan, I did ask once." Not even waiting for Logan to respond, she buried her head in her knees and tried to fight back tears. "You gave up on me long before I ever gave up on you Logan."

Hesitantly Logan reached out to touch her. "Max..."

Max instinctively flinched away from his touch. "I... I have to get out of here... I have to wake up. Lydecker may or may not have acted with Manticore but you can sure bet they'll be keeping an eye out for me."

Logan didn't pull his hand away. "Max," He tried again, hoping that she would at least look at him.

Max gave a short, bitter laugh. "If I don't wake up soon, you're gonna bleed me dry."

Before Logan could reply Max was willing herself awake. All he could do was watch sadly as she faded out of the dreamscape. Leaving him alone again.

Max groggily lifted her head off of Logan's chest and blinked at the harsh light of the hospital room. She blinked a couple of times but her eyes just didn't want to focus. Squinting, Max carefully removed the needle from her arm. It took her several attempts to get it back into Logan's IV bag but she finally managed to do it. Vaguely she wondered what the doctors and nurses would make of the fact that the bag was still nearly full, but she just couldn't rouse the energy to worry about it.

She glanced towards the door, wondering if she could make it out that way unseen, but then she remembered that Bling was out there. She sluggishly made her way out of the hospital window to join the other shadows of the night.

TBC...


	5. Big Brother is watching... (But so are t...

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**Chapter five:** Big Brother is watching... (But so are the bad guys.)

Bling sighed as he watched over Logan's unconscious form. He wondered if he should keep Max's little visit a secret from the shell of a man lying in the hospital bed beside him. It could be completely devastating for Logan to know that she 'd come and then just ran out on him again. To know that Bling had seen her and yet been unable to make her stay. But then again, it could do even more damage if Logan thought that, after all that he'd been through, Max didn't even give a damn. At least she'd come. She'd given him blood, and that surely had to mean something. But would Logan see it that way? Would it be better if he didn't say anything?

//_What are we going to do with you, my friend?_// Bling asked himself silently. //_What the heck are we going to do with you?_//

He sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. It had been almost two days since Max had come and gone. Almost four days that Bling had maintained this near-silent vigil. Yet Bling was afraid to sleep. Afraid that he'd wake up to find that Logan had been taken by Manticore. He glanced at his cold coffee and sighed again.

//_I've spent too much time around X5's, I'm almost getting as paranoid as they are._// He told himself. Yet he was loath to go even as far as the coffee machine to get more coffee. //_I'll talk the next nurse that checks on him into doing it for me._// Bling decided.

Bling shuddered as the feeling of being watched, a feeling that he'd been ignoring for days, intensified. He prayed that some of them were friendly eyes. There was little doubt after all that some of them were hostile. //_Are you out there Max? What about you Zack? Krit, are watching over our friend here? Are you looking out for black helicopters and suspicious activities?_//

Bling looked up as a nurse came into the room. She wasn't one that he'd seen before and he was immediately on guard. He looked at her carefully, but, tired as he was, it wasn't until he looked into her hard ice-blue eyes that rec ognition hit. Blonde hair, blue eyes, straight back..

"Syl." He muttered, putting a name to the X5 in front of him. Syl, X5-701, one of the good guys. He instantly relaxed.

"You look like shit, Bling." Syl replied smoothly. She said it as a statement of fact, her voice showing no hint of emotion. However, Bling knew her well enough to recognize that the ever so slight quirk of her lip showed she meant it good-naturedly.

"Gee, thanks." Bling replied lightly in return.

Had he not learnt to read the slight signals in her body language, he would have been offended. Syl was one of the most guarded members of X5 that Bling had ever met. So guarded, in fact, that she made Zack look relatively open and impulsive. She was hard, thick-skinned, but not cruel. She just didn't let anybody close, not even her siblings.

"Go home and get some sleep." Syl continued as if he hadn't said anything. Again her voice was all but emotionless, again it was only the movement of her lips that indicated any feelings. This time it was compassion. Syl had learnt a trick that even most X5's hadn't. She'd learnt how to guard her eyes. "You're useless like that, and... well let's just say that you don't need to worry." Syl 's eyes flickered towards the window ever so briefly as she said the last part. But it wasn't as much a betrayal of her thoughts as it was a calculated move. The action was intentional, an unspoken message aimed at Bling and nobody else. 

"B.B. huh?" Bling asked, using the code name for Zack in case the room was bugged. (Which it most likely was.)'B.B.' Big brother.

"Go home Bling. Get some rest." Not quite an order, but it might as well have been.

Bling nodded and stood. He grabbed his jacket and was almost at the door when he turned to look at Syl again. "If he wakes up..." He paused, debating with himself. "Tell him she was here."

Syl nodded and watched Bling leave. What Bling didn't know was that Manticore was already here. They wouldn't move Logan until he woke up. Until they were sure that he was stable. But when they did... Well they wouldn't have any attacks of conscience about gunning through Bling to get to him. Syl just hoped that Zack's plan would work. After all, Eyes Only had done so much for them, for all of them. The least that they could do was keep him out of the white hell.

Syl sighed as she hooked a bag of blood up to Logan's IV. After all, she was a trained nurse. And the enemy didn't know her face. That was why Zack had placed her in the hospital staff. Even if he had needed to pull a few Eyes Only strings to get her there.

"Okay, Logan Cale," She said quietly as she checked his vitals. "You just take as long as you need to wake up. Until you wake up you'll be safe right here." //_Stay asleep Logan, we're not ready for you to wake up yet. Until you wake, your condition won't be considered stable. Just sleep and heal. We won't let you down Logan, you've helped us too many times. But please don't wake up just yet._// 

TBC...


	6. Let the game begin. (Manticore tips thei...

Chapter six:

**Chapter six: **Let the game begin. (Manticore tips their hand.)

Max rubbed at her sore neck but dared not move from her crouching position in the branches of the big Redwood. Thankfully the tree had not been given a decent pruning for some years so she was able to hide amongst some of the deadwood at it's center.

She held her breath as Brin again scanned the area and prayed that she was hidden well enough to escape Manticore eyes. //_Damn it!_// She thought to herself. //_Why didn't I just grab Logan and run? Why didn't I tell Bling to get him the hell outta there?_// She chastised herself. Finally Brin's gaze left her area and she allowed herself to breathe again.

Max watched as Brin pulled her radio to her ear. She strained to listen but she was too far away. //_One of the drawbacks of going up against other X5's_.// She mentally grumbled to herself. //_Can't get close enough to hear what they're up to._//

Her heart lurched into her throat as the team prepared to move out and head towards the hospital. //_Oh God! They're going in for Logan_.// In all the time that she'd been sitting there watching she still hadn't come up with a plan. So she just did what came naturally for her ­ she made it up as she went along.

Krit sat on a convenient rooftop watching feed from a number of surveillance cameras that they had planted in the area. It was all Eyes Only equipment, even down to the laptop in his hands, thanks to the growing relationship between Logan and the rogue X5's.

Krit sighed as he remembered his first encounter with the wheelchair-bound vigilante. He hadn't really meant to call that much attention to himself but it wasn't really his fault that he'd fallen for a drug-lord's woman. He'd fallen hard too. Krit had thought that it had been mutual but he'd been wrong. It turned out that they'd just wanted to sell him to the highest bidder. He'd been devastated, and since Zack had brought him back to Logan's so that Bling could deal with his injuries, he'd ended up staying at Logan's for a few weeks while he pulled himself together. The two had developed quite a kinship over that time.

Suddenly movement pulled Krit out of his reflections. "Zack, they're moving." He reported over the coms.

Zack grunted in affirmation. "Hold position. Syl?"

"Everything's going to be just fine, Mr. Cale." Syl said calmly. She was directing all of her responses to Logan in case somebody was listening.

"What's Maxie doing?" Zack questioned Krit. Manticore might not have noticed her but the Eyes Only surveillance devices that they had put in place had spotted her.

"She's keeping her distance." Krit replied. He frowned as he watched the small figure pursue the team approaching the hospital. He continued to relay to Zack and Syl what Brin's team and Max were doing. "They've just pulled up to the Ambo bay. They're preparing for entry. They're entering. Max has just taken out the last soldier in the line, it was a smooth takedown, nobody seems to have noticed. She's taken his suit and facemask, I think she's gonna try and pass for one of them. She's inside the building now."

"Continue to hold position." Zack ordered. "Let's just see what Max does, we don't want to compromise her and we don't want her to compromise us either."

Both Zack and Krit flinched from their various positions as a mechanical screeching sound came over the com system. They had both known that Syl would remove and destroy her com when the enemy approached, but she could have given them some warning.

"I guess Syl's just gone silent." Krit muttered.

"Move towards pursuit vehicle." Zack commanded. //_And send a prayer up to the Blue Lady that this actually works._// He added silently.

"Affirmative." Krit replied. //_Blue Lady, please let this work._//

TBC...


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